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traintracksTitle: Alone Together with Sirius
Author:traintracks
Pairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: R
Words: 100x2
Warnings: chan
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harry100's prompt 212, "Release" and pretty_panther's prompt, "harry having wet dreams about sirius at school." Although, I didn't do the school part.
They're at a dead stop in Grimmauld Place. They're alone, scared, Death Eaters waiting on the street for one of them to Apparate an inch wrong, and all Harry can do is wait.
He sleeps in Sirius' room. Ron and Hermione take care of each other downstairs. Harry needs the solitude. But all he does is hold the snitch Dumbledore left him and stare at the posters on the walls: Sirius' Gryffindor flags, his bikini-clad girls.
Harry feels less alone here. He feels alone together with Sirius. He falls asleep to his memories, surrounding himself in Sirius' scent.
He dreams…
Things that never happened:
Sirius growling in his ear, his hands roving, Harry's clothes ripped off.
He's cold. Sirius pulls the blankets up. He whispers in Parseltongue. The candle flames go out as if all the air has been sucked from the room. Sirius' hand finds him in the dark, wraps around his cock, squeezing…
Harry wakes, breathless, the room the same.
His thighs are sticky.
Harry sits up, looking down at his lap, his soiled pajamas. His cock tingles from where Sirius held him.
The whisper echoes: "Don't give up, Harry."
Dawn decides to lift the shadows once more.
Author:
traintracksPairing: Sirius/Harry
Rating: R
Words: 100x2
Warnings: chan
Written for:
harry100's prompt 212, "Release" and pretty_panther's prompt, "harry having wet dreams about sirius at school." Although, I didn't do the school part.They're at a dead stop in Grimmauld Place. They're alone, scared, Death Eaters waiting on the street for one of them to Apparate an inch wrong, and all Harry can do is wait.
He sleeps in Sirius' room. Ron and Hermione take care of each other downstairs. Harry needs the solitude. But all he does is hold the snitch Dumbledore left him and stare at the posters on the walls: Sirius' Gryffindor flags, his bikini-clad girls.
Harry feels less alone here. He feels alone together with Sirius. He falls asleep to his memories, surrounding himself in Sirius' scent.
He dreams…
Things that never happened:
Sirius growling in his ear, his hands roving, Harry's clothes ripped off.
He's cold. Sirius pulls the blankets up. He whispers in Parseltongue. The candle flames go out as if all the air has been sucked from the room. Sirius' hand finds him in the dark, wraps around his cock, squeezing…
Harry wakes, breathless, the room the same.
His thighs are sticky.
Harry sits up, looking down at his lap, his soiled pajamas. His cock tingles from where Sirius held him.
The whisper echoes: "Don't give up, Harry."
Dawn decides to lift the shadows once more.
